Are you freaking kidding me that was the week that was?
& now we’re expected to get on up in the morning & shrug it off & get back to the grindstone like the people nominally in charge of this shit aren’t having perhaps history’s least informed pissing contest with the fate of untold numbers of people all over the goddamned joint now & in the days & nights to come…because even in the face of extreme provocation & an unhealthy ingestion of news media over the weekend…I can’t bring myself to overload the DUAN post with the 100% certified fully-liquored maudlin playlist that the last few days have left looping around parallel to several ugly trains of thought brought about by the likes of this…
…& this…
I’d argue they’re all more worth listening to than me, any road…
…well – if you’ll pardon my french – fuck that for a game of soldiers.
I mean – I don’t want to be the voice of doom over here but how is it he thinks he’s Jack Palance in the movie Shane?
…mind you there’s guns & there’s guns – not that a certain tangerine twitter terrorist has much of the metaphorical sort…
…I’m not making this shit up, you know?
https://nyti.ms/2FlYmDQ
I am sickened to read that Netanyahu and the Saudis are now distancing themselves from the assassination after years of goading the GOP to blow up the Iran nuclear deal and push the US into bombing Iran.
We have had endless amounts of blather by the press and pundits how this was a both sides issue, as if right wing in Israel and Saudi Arabia were operating in good faith and doing anything but settling little scores, and as if hawks like Bolton and Pompeo had any kind of clue how the world works.
The club is sick to the core — they act as though it is an unthinkable affront for Ilhan Omar to hold Elliott Abrams to account for his past failures, but still accept the idiots behind the Iraq war into the fold.
I feel you – it’s like, we’re all already disoriented from the holidays, then the world is falling apart and we’re supposed to just…keep on? I don’t know how to go on like this.
I definitely just stress ate a bag of Boom Chicka Pop kettle corn, which is the devil btw.
I wish I was a stress exercisor.
Popcorn’s not the worse thing to stress eat, but it’s never like salad or carrots
…of course not – never kick a man when he’s down, that’s what my momma told me
…carrots can’t raise your blood sugar – I don’t care what those so called scientists say, it just stands to reason?
Doh – exerciser!
I feel a little dazed. The way you feel when you’re just getting sick,you know? I can’t really focus, it’s all too much. This a little dated but still applies
The Temptations – Ball of Confusion
…it’s aged a damn sight better than the minds that have brought us the current geopolitical circus
…& arguably even a good deal of the politics
…but let’s not run before we can walk?
…or sit, even…like at a table…where perhaps some sort of agreement might be arrived at that involves…I don’t know…less people dying to protect the most morally & functionally incompetent halfwit ever to dilute the dignity of the office of the presidency of the united states?
…it’s a big ball of something for sure…& I’m not feeling like it should be as easy to swallow as – to some rather counter-intuitive extent – the histrionic paroxysms of media concern (that can’t seem to avoid being tinged with just a hint of feverish anticipation for a denouement that is almost flirted with being presented as an inevitable fait acompli) seem to imply it ought to be
…quite honestly, speaking as a confirmed agnostic this is one of those times I really wished I believed in a god so there’d be someone to implore to visit everlasting damnation on these vainglorious maladroit inept excuses for statesmen
…they say history is doomed to repeat itself but just once couldn’t we skip the lions led by donkeys thing?
What is that nightmare fuel of a billboard!!??
…so – long story short…
…four middle-aged guys got together & came up with a drunken idea in a pub that they followed through on & ultimately crowdfunded…
…they took their collective title from a line about the troops in the trenches & their leaders & started out by guerrilla-style papering over billboards with tweets that showed a two-faced aspect of various politicians in the brexit process…
…they’ve branched out a little but if you go back a ways in their twitter timeline some of the looks-like-a-tweet ones are gold…
…not all of those actually were tweets iirc, which is maybe why they got into the graphics & whatnot?
For some reason, I kept reading “Billy Bragg” and my brain was saying “Billy Bush”, and I was wondering why we were talking about him again. DISCLAIMER: worked the weekend, been in call since Wednesday night. I’m a little squirrelly.
…no worries there, red – if anyone would cut a working stiff some slack it’s a good bet it’s be Mr Bragg?
…best if luck with it all, anyroad?